" That's a good question, Henry Davis. "

LH Harrison spins around to see the man addressing him. Evertrust; cold blue stare and smirk half cocked.

" But what's in a name, anyway? LH Harrison is no more creative of a name than Wrestler82, no? "

Reaching into his pocket and quickly yanking his hand back out, a ball of flame escapes Evertrust's hand and scorches the face of the would be decoy who Evertrust saw through like glass, and shattered even easier. With a thrust of the flat bottom of his shoe, Evertrust strikes Harrison's stomach and sends him back several inches straight into a pit that was awaiting him. Harrison, burning face and shattered hopes of distraction, descends down into the blackness before a distant splash is heard. Hopefully he reached the liquid—presumably and hopefully just water—before his face burnt off.

" Ta-ta, Henry. Better luck in your less obtrusive endeavors. "